Angel used his spiritual power to perceive the general layout inside the castle.
Afterward, Angel’s expression was slightly heavy.
"Sir, did you discover anything?" Lady Melo’s keen observation skills noticed the change in Angel’s expression immediately. On the surface, it was an inquiry about discoveries, but it was more an expression of concern.
Angel: "Nothing much, I found the way to go upstairs, follow me."
Angel didn’t say much, he directly turned and led the way.
Due to the earlier incident with the human rotating wheel, everyone was still a bit dazed at this moment, they all voluntarily became silent, merely following Angel quietly.
Soon, they arrived in front of a corridor.
Occasionally, servants with bowed heads passed through the corridor, but overall, this corridor seemed relatively peaceful to everyone.
However, that was just what they thought.
On either side of the corridor, there were paintings every now and then. The contents of the paintings were not at all inappropriate, instead, they presented an innocent and playful sense.
Everyone looked at these paintings, and their mood seemed to calm down a bit, with some even whispering about which was more beautiful.
Only Siber noticed that Lady Melo’s brows were slightly furrowed when she looked at the paintings.
Siber had once learned etiquette from Lady Melo, spending a long time together, admiring and understanding this elegant and calm teacher. Lady Melo was very particular about etiquette, and frowning, unless in the midst of certain nobility banquets receiving unwarranted treatment as a deliberate act, seemed slightly impolite to do when people are around.
Siber could tell that Lady Melo’s furrowed brow was an instinctive action. She seemingly did not like those paintings, even... somewhat detested them.
Upon reaching this conclusion, Siber became a bit more mindful while looking at the corridor’s paintings.
Passing by yet another painting seemingly filled with sunshine and dew, Siber quietly inquired, "Can I touch this painting?"
Siber’s inquiry was naturally directed at Lady Melo, however, before Lady Melo could respond, Angel stopped in his tracks: "Why do you want to touch it? Because you like it?"
Siber’s mouth opened, unsure how to respond. She hadn’t discovered anything, she merely wanted to probe why Lady Melo didn’t like those paintings, wondering if there was something peculiar about them.
Angel, seeing Siber’s hesitant expression, roughly understood that Siber might not know the truth yet but inferred something from certain details.
Thinking this, Angel gently said, "You can go ahead and touch it; there are no mechanisms on these paintings."
Siber glanced at Lady Melo once more, but Lady Melo avoided her gaze and remained silent.
Siber paused for two seconds, under the influence of curiosity, and still reached out to touch the painting filled with sunshine and dew.
After touching it, Siber’s expression was slightly puzzled.
However, before Siber could say anything, Angel turned around: "Once you’ve touched it, let’s keep moving, don’t linger."
Everyone followed along, perhaps Siber’s act of touching the painting had drawn Angel’s attention, and the group of Talented Ones, who hadn’t noticed any abnormalities, also began to grow curious about the paintings. However, they didn’t dare touch them indiscriminately, so they clustered around Siber, hoping to get answers from her.
The chubby one was the first to inquire, but Siber completely ignored him. Or rather, since the beginning of this journey, Siber had largely ignored the other Talented Ones, especially the men.
It wasn’t that she had a shadow regarding males; it was simply because she found that boys of this age, twelve or thirteen, were too immature. Especially a certain boy with a bandaged hand was not only immature but also had delusions.
The chubby one, seeing Siber ignoring him, felt somewhat annoyed but didn’t dare to flare up, as everyone could see the relationship between Siber and Lady Melo.
But they were truly itching with curiosity about what Siber felt, so the chubby one turned his gaze toward Amisha.
Amisha was unlike the aloof Siber, she could converse and get along peacefully with others, though there was always a sense of distance.
Amisha understood the chubby one’s glance.
She was actually quite curious about the paintings, thought things over, then walked to Siber’s side, and whispered, "It’s unrelated to others; I’m simply very curious, what did you discover in those paintings?"
Siber didn’t have much opinion about Amisha. After pondering a moment, she said, "Actually, I didn’t discover anything..."
Amisha was stunned for a moment: "Then why was there a puzzled expression when you touched the painting?"
Siber didn’t hide it, straightforwardly said, "I just think that the painting’s paper doesn’t feel like normal paper, it’s very smooth and sleek, feels great. Since I usually draw as well, I have some understanding of drawing paper; I’ve never touched this type of paper, it’s probably a high-end paper that I can’t access at my level."
Siber implied that it might be a type of drawing paper only existing in the Wizards’ Realm.
Upon saying that, she specifically glanced at Lady Melo, hoping to get an answer from her.
However, Lady Melo didn’t seem to hear their conversation, still not speaking.
Lady Melo’s response aroused even more curiosity in Siber, relying on the fact that she was a former student of Lady Melo, she approached Lady Melo directly, asking about the confusion in her heart.
Seeing that she couldn’t avoid it, Lady Melo sighed inwardly, eventually started speaking, only she didn’t explain directly, but instead took a detour: "I remember before you left, I went with you to see your mother, was it your brother she was holding at the time?"
Siber nodded.
"Have you held your brother?" Lady Melo’s voice was very soft, almost inaudible.
But Siber was right by her side, she still heard Lady Melo’s words.
Her brother was only born at the end of last year, still at the harmless infant stage, not yet at the annoying stage, Siber naturally had held him. Nevertheless, Siber wasn’t sure why Lady Melo was bringing this up?
"Think back to the feeling when you held your brother, and you’ll understand."
Siber softly repeated, "The feeling of holding my brother?"
Delicate, smooth, soft; if a bit of force was applied, that tender skin could leave a red mark, but the touch was absolutely wonderful.
Touch? Smooth? Delicate?!
Siber suddenly raised her head, looking at Lady Melo with astonished eyes: "Is it the sensation of skin?"
Siber turned back, glancing at the length of this corridor, where every few steps there was a painting, adding up to at least dozens, maybe even hundreds of paintings: "Could it be that all of these are?"